Zayne's POV
“I will burn Los Angeles to the ground.”
The words came out calmly. Too calm.
The room fell silent the moment I said them. Not because they didn’t believe me but because they did.
I stood in the center of the safe house, hands braced against the table, blood still pounding too fast in my ears. Aurora’s face flashed behind my eyes every time I blinked. Pale. Still. Unconscious.
Taken.
“If she is harmed,” I continued, lifting my head slowly, “There will be nothing left of this city but ash and bones.”
No one argued because no one dared to.
Alan was the only one who moved.
He stepped into my line of sight, his expression serious but steady, the way it always was when things were about to go very wrong.
“Threats won’t find her faster,” he said quietly.
I turned on him,
